BOBBY LYNX OF ROUND-TOP 105 
of his terrible plight. Then he leaped to 
his feet, again to bite and scratch at the 
Thing that held him, now shaking his paw 
wildly, now tearing at it with his strong 
teeth. 
Now, fortunately for Bobby, the trap 
that had caught him was only a small 
steel one fastened to the log that day by 
a boy who was visiting the Farm and who 
had never dreamed of catching anything 
more than a rabbit in it. Fortunately,— 
oh very fortunately for Bobby, the trap 
had only caught on part of his paw and, 
almost as Shep reached the rocky hillside, 
the trap was half-torn, half-slipped off of 
Bobby’s paw! A final wrench by Bobby 
that hurt his paw cruelly and then,—he 
was free! With a piercing scream that 
sounded like a yell of defiance, he darted 
up the rocky slopes of the Ridge, not 
minding the pain of his torn paw at all, 
—leaping lightly from rock to rock, 
